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- Images of Desire The Forfeit Part 2
- I Shouldn't Feel This Way- Chapter 17
- This Is Mine
- Sit
- The Door That Was Closed
- First Night Nerves - Part 2
- Tea and Strumpet, Chapter 9
- Eternally Yours
- Playful
- My Sister's First Time
- Gideon
- Soccer To Me, Boys
- Five Nights Ch. 01
- The Cons of Online Love
- Burning Star
Images of Desire The Forfeit Part 2 Posted: 15 Jun 2013 11:16 PM PDT She sneered as she tore off the ribbon and paper, but her hands were shaking with excitement. From the roll of tissue fell a thick black rubber vibrator which landed on the bed in front of her. She picked it up and looked at it closely. When she turned the control at the base the shaft whirred and shook in her fingertips. She gasped softly. The red sheet fell from her body and she stood |
I Shouldn't Feel This Way- Chapter 17 Posted: 17 Jun 2013 05:19 AM PDT ARIA The next couple days flew right by and before I knew it, Friday had come around. Vanessa's sister Vienna had arrived that day as well. She was a little shorter than my stepmom, and unlike her sis, she had dark brown hair, eyes, and nothing was surgically enhanced or altered on her face or body. Vanessa usually wore blue or grey contact lenses and her eyes were naturally brown as |
Posted: 15 Jun 2013 02:18 AM PDT I find myself in the waking hours, Still laying safely in your arms. Our bodies pressed tightly as if Perfectly fit pieces of a jigsaw. You lay stroking my hair As I place gentle kisses upon your chest. Legs still entangled, Locking us together as one. Your head now resting upon mine, I listen as your heart beats in The same rhythm as my own. Intoxicated by the warmth of your arms And |
Posted: 15 Jun 2013 09:19 PM PDT Lily Jameson ran to the bathroom in ahurry, having enjoyed a few too drinks many during the band's set and refusing to go relieve herself. She was in the mood to party; half celebrating her break up with her girlfriend of six months as well as partially being sad. She certainly had had enough drinks enough to do either, and she leaned her face into her hands as she sat on the toilet with a |
Posted: 16 Jun 2013 06:49 PM PDT "You know my heart is breaking," "Crying, it hurts, please stop." she said. I realized at that point, That is the farthest thing from the truth. Breaking is bad, nothing bad is here; Just us, just the truth, just finding it. It is the area that has been locked away; Shut so that you can protect it. I found the key; You didn't even know it existed, You forgot |
Posted: 14 Jun 2013 04:24 AM PDT I sat by myself on the bus, my briefcase on my knees, counting the stops and wishing it would go faster. Since Barry's text message last night and his surreptitious call to my mobile that morning, I had been so excited, planning what I would wear to please him most. Debbie hadn't heard the beep on my phone so didn't know that I would be meeting him without her that afternoon. So far I had |
Posted: 17 Jun 2013 12:36 AM PDT Chelsea couldn't be happier. She had finally summoned up the courage to confess her feelings for her Master and found that he returned them in kind. In addition, she had passed all her classes with flying colors, which meant she was set for the following year, her tuition grant still firmly intact. But for now, next years classes were the last thing on her mind. It was springtime in Chicago |
Posted: 16 Jun 2013 08:19 PM PDT My world was seemingly normal Fine Boring And then I met you Brilliant Caring Charming You slowly worked your way Under my skin Flowing through every vein Until you became the very air I breathed Consuming me as yours Without you I'm nothing Empty A shell of me I went from one, to us Love It crept up Wound its way around my soul |
Posted: 16 Jun 2013 07:24 PM PDT "N-No! Laura, stop!" I squirmed as I writhed around underneath her on the bed we shared. I had been over at her house for the weekend, sleepovers planned. It was late, nearly midnight, and we were playing like children on the bed, not like the mature, 19-year-old best friends we were. We were simply tickling each other until we couldn't take it anymore. Her fingers worked endlessly on |
Posted: 11 Jun 2013 06:25 PM PDT It all started back in 2006, when I first began to notice my younger sister Nicole turning into a very attractive young lady. I was out by the pool with a few mates on a Saturday afternoon; it was a steaming summer day. There I was, laughing and joking with the boys, jumping in and out of the water, when my sweet sixteen-year-old sister came out from the back door wearing a bright pink |
Posted: 16 Jun 2013 05:44 PM PDT Gideon tried to walk the straight and narrow path. He rose early for work each morning when there was work to be had. He did his best to busy himself with those things that decent people do. It's not that trouble had never found Gideon. It had. In fact, trouble had been a constant if mostly unwelcome companion for nearly all his twenty seven years. He had designedly sought it out in |
Posted: 16 Jun 2013 04:32 PM PDT You must wonder why any dame Would want to watch a soccer game. Balls shot at the net Got our pussies wet. As guys pulled off their shirts, we came. When compared to rugby, it's tame. But it's called the beautiful game Because players are so buff As they show off their stuff. Our passions they're sure to inflame. Soccer players are ever so polite. Their cute, little buns are so |
Posted: 16 Jun 2013 04:20 PM PDT "Did you guys want to go in?" We were over at Mike and Marybeth's place, and had finished dinner on the outside deck and were clearing the table after dinner, except Mike, who was preparing after-dinner drinks inside. I looked to Sue, who usually made the temperature decisions. "No," she said, grabbing plates, "I don't think so. It's warm enough, right?" She looked to me to endorse her |
Posted: 16 Jun 2013 04:48 PM PDT I cannot explain these things I feel for you, You, my love across the miles. You are the one I choose to love, Love with all my heart. But there are cons to these things I feel, I feel with all my being. You are so very far away, Away from me, my love. I hate the time difference, Difference of many hours. I cannot feel your gentle touch, Touch against my skin. I cannot just appear at |
Posted: 16 Jun 2013 04:07 PM PDT Lyla was breaking a sweat, skin glistening like wet obsidian while the band drove her hard through fatback anthems of desperation and betrayal. She was an avenging angel of lust in every song, full of anguish and the perfume of human strain. She moved around the mike stand like the bass line was coming from the center of her body, her voice riding the humid air above the heads of a packed crowd. |
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